The beach at Filey comprises the perfect sand for walking, being so firm that each step left only the barest hint of a footprint. Even so, our walk south along the beach was one of the most difficult flat walks I've taken in a while. The wind was brutal, with gusts that brought me to a standstill.
The intense breeziness didn't seem to be putting people off; as we arrived both the beach and the prom were well populated including children with balls and fishing nets. I think they may have been a bit optimistic in taking either, in the conditions. We later saw a chap positively sprinting after a ball that had been taken by the wind and which his dog was either too clever or too stupid to bother chasing itself.
It was a relief to turn to put the wind behind us and up the beach we went, past a fish and chip kiosk bearing an assistant who looked resigned to a very quiet shift. With all of the sand in the air I doubt many would have fancied sitting on the beachside to eat.
It was a short outing in keeping with the weather and by early afternoon we were headed to Scarborough where it appeared to us that the council doesn't want people with Colin-sized vehicles to park in any proximity to the town or seafront and with showers now passing I didn't fancy a long walk in. Then the only campsite I could find nearby, which was both open and had hardstanding, would only have us if we stayed 3 days, rather than the 2 we'd asked for. Perhaps they're expecting a sudden rush of last-minute end-of-week visitors - or maybe they just have a flawed business model. Either way, we gave up on Scarborough and are now just outside Whitby, which will be the location of our bimblings tomorrow.
(Today's photo was taken on Filey seafront, looking north)